Now reading (AGAIN): IF I HAD YOU by Lyn Kurland. :)
(One of my favorite novels, been reading this for 4 times already, but I never get tired reading most of the lines. :D)
Why he was so bloody nervous was something he couldn’t answer. It wasn’t as if he were seeking an audience with the queen. This was merely Anne of Fenwyck, the pale-haired girl who had grown to maturity in his home, who had been so painfully shy that he’d hardly noticed her. He groaned as he slammed the hall door shut behind him. When had he become such a liar?—Robin de Piaget, (If I Had You by Lyn Kurland)
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